Wednesday February 9 2011- Day 37

I wake up in a little more pain than usual so I decide to take the oxycodone that morning as well as take it with me to work. Normally I would just take motrin or advil with me but I want to be sure I wont suffer too much while I'm at the office. The day goes by normal enough most of the day except when I have to take the oxycodone. Each time it makes me dizzy and I have real bad flushing, sweating and nausea. I go over to the gym and tell them I will try to be back sometime this week if I feel ok but I cant promise since its not easy for me. My friend Stacy sits and talks with me telling me she likes the wig and she considers me her hero. Wow. I'm touched. I really dont expect this from people. I'm not a hero..I'm just trying to keep living each day to the best of my ability. Some days are harder than others that's all. But she admires that I keep going and keep trying. I go back to work and take another dose of Oxycodone which makes me the sickest Ive been all day. I finally call a cab at 4:30 and a little before 5 pm I leave and tell the cabbie to get me home quickly. The whole cab ride home I am dizzy and sick feeling like I'm going to black out. I get in the door and lay down. I wake up when my roommate gets home, make some soup and then fall back to sleep for a few more hours. I get up again and then crash in bed for the night where I sleep for nearly 12 hours straight trying to sleep out the oxycodone. I think that's enough of taking that. I cant stand that reaction and I'd rather just take more motrin then keep feeling that sick.